My Secret, My Bully, My Mates by Miss L

“Thank you Mateo.” I whisper, but I know he can hear me.

That was the first night in a long time that I cried. I never cried after getting beaten by Kaley and her friends, I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction and I have never been close to my dad so there was never an emotional connection to feel sad about. But Mateo. Mateo was a loss that I didn’t know hurt me until now when I got a glimpse of what we had before he started focusing on his duties as the next beta. I fell asleep hoping he and I could have the close relationship we did when we were little. Today was just one day though, and they only noticed me after they found out I was better at something than they were. And the only reason they even noticed was because Sierra happened to partner with me. So, we’ll see how long this lasts

The morning came quickly after that. I was actually too antsy to sleep much. At 4 I finally decided I needed to go for a jog, my wolf agreed. A run in the forest really early helped clear my mind and settle conflicting thoughts. It’s like everything falls into place out here. I was trying to gather my thoughts on my emotions. Was I more excited or scared that they were going to join me? I was planning to ask Sierra if she wanted to come anyway, but adding the guys was something I never thought of. They always had their own things going on and too busy to look in on how the rest of the pack fared or trained. I walked back into my house at 5 after running half the patrol border route and went to start breakfast. It’s the one thing I did on the weekends for my brother and dad. Neither acknowledged or thanked me, but there was never anything left, so it must be at least decent. I plated everything and left it on the island then I went to knock on Mateo’s door to make sure he was up and getting ready.

“Hey sleeping beauty, you up?” I sing in at him. “We have to get moving or we will be late and I don’t actually know what Oliver does to people who are late, nor do I want to find out the hard way.”

sound so chipper already?” He grumbles with his face still

love me. Get in the shower, it helps and I made breakfast and

have you been up

went for a run and made breakfast, no

you run and make breakfast…before you go to training. Since when do you make breakfast?” “I always make breakfast on the weekends, it’s the

came in and made quick stuff before spending the day with her family. I am feeling more and more inferior the longer I talk to you.” He groans, finally stepping away from his bed toward the